Dedicated to the proposition that all chipmunks are edible -- pass the grey poupon!

Saturday, February 16, 2008

COMING SOON! Tales of Busterraptor Terribilis!

Some of my closest blog-buddies have noted with due concern that most of my toys appear to be in especially good condition, considering their daily use by me and my mum and befanged sister. Hah! Ye of little faith, be reassured that we Kerry Blue Scourges of the Apocalypse are no wimps! My humom has promised to post (shortly) some photos of reassurance for you guys.

Yeah, I admit that the toys in my toy-box are in pretty good shape--but it's kinda like saying that the few survivors of the sinking of the Lusitania didn't look too bad.

I, lovable, furry Buster, will prove to you that we Kerries are just as destructive as airdales and wires! YES! "Now I am become Death, Shatterer of Squeakboxes!"

My two-legged Mom'll show ya....just as soon as she can go through her Strategic Bombing Assessment archives!

4 comments:

Hehehehee, we currently have tons of plush toys in the toy hospital box. Mama needs to get her rump in gear & operate on them for us & replace the squeakies. Some get wrecked in a few days, others last a year or more. Mama told us that some of it really has to do with the cheap sewing job on the toys. Since she sews doggie clothes, we believe her. Hope you two had a Happy Valentine's Day!!Luv & Wirey Hugs!Butchy & SnickersPS I Butchy would like to know if Persephone has a boyfriend yet??? hint hint!

OMD you have a lots of toys!! We loved reading your incredibly scientific report about your experiments and dissections - perhaps you should publish a paper?? We think you are so smart and also very diligent - it is highly important to get to the bottom of these issues. We were also very upset to read that there was no yoke inside the ball - very inconsiderate - what was the point of that toy?! You are so wise Buster and have furthered the scientific world of toy dissection - thank you for your services to exploration.

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About Us

We are Ms.Bailey Blue's pups, and we live with our dog and hu-momm & dad and human brother and sister too.. Oh, let's not forget the birdeez, Twinkie the
lovebird and a couple of owl finches -- Cindy Lou Whooo and Maxx Whooo.
We live in Connecticut, USA, where we hunt chipmunks and terrorize squirrels and catch a bird or two in flight...try to dig a hole in the garden that will reach either Australia or China.

Hey, we've got our own blog, and Mom doesn't even suspect!

You might not think this is too unusual, but Buster's holding the mouse while I type with my nose. I'm Persephone, the Dark Goddess of the Underworld, and I can do things you humans can only imagine.

We're Kerry Blue Terriers, the official dog of that sainted Emerald Isle. It was rumored that our ancestors swam ashore from the foundering Spanish Armada in 1588 and mated with the local folks. Since I'm a Goddess, I know that's bunk. Zeus did it. Right Buster?

"Wmmfff."

Buster's a bright boy. He's just learning to read.

Anyway, this blog is for our friends out there--especially the Kerry Blues who have to wait until their human friends sign off and go to bed before they can use the computer. If you're a Wheaten terrier or an Airedale, you're welcome to drop in. Come to think of it, if you're a dog, you're welcome. Okay, humans too!